⋆𐙚 ₊˚. 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢 :
gif imagines and oneshots about andrew and most of the characters he plays. + list on first page.
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𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 :
discontinued.
𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘 + 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢...
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"Shit, Peter," I whisper coming closer to the back door. He was heavy as he leaned on me. I opened the door to see the light on in the kitchen. I look up to see Aunt May sitting at the table.
"Omg," she said covering her mouth sharing a glance between peters' face and my face.
"He's fine, look," I looked up at Peter and he smiled weakly.
"Peter," she saying getting up from her seat as we walk slowly towards the stairs.
"Aunt May, I promise, he's fine," I said with a smile. I was crossing my fingers. She watched with a caring look on her face as we made it upstairs.
"And I'm sleeping over if you don't mind!" I called down for her as we walk down the hall to his room. I opened the door and closed the door behind us with my foot. His arm reaches for the lock on his desk (If you didn't watch the movie that wouldn't make sense to you).
I sat him down on his bed making him groan. "Alright where's the—" he cut me off by shooting a web to the first drawer on his desk making it open. I walked over and got it before walking back over to him.
"Is this gonna happen all the time?" I moved the silence aside and spoke. I got what I needed for his cuts and started. "No," he spoke trying to lay down. I helped him and continued to tend to his wounds.
Time went by where it was silent. My dad didn't like Peter and told me he was a bad influence on me because after I meet him I started to skip class. But all that skipping class was to clean Peter up after his long nights of "work".
His eyes were closed as I finished up and closed the box. I got up from the bed and put the box back, throwing the trash in a trash can. I knew my dad would be looking for me but I really couldn't careless. I got into bed with Peter after turning the small lamp off in the corner of his room.
"You should go home," he spoke as I put my arm under his head and played with his hair. "But I don't want to," I said softly. His chuckle rang through my ears.
"I really am a bad influence on you."
I smiled knowing that he was doing the same. "Seems like you care more for what my dad saying then me. Now get some sleep," I said not getting a responses but only a sleepy sigh.
Peter was my person and nobody was gonna take that away from me.
